It was only real the last time… Telltale owns TWDG

Chapter 36

Gabe… that fucking traitor… I made a promise to Krishan… but if he makes one wrong move, I am going to fucking end him.

I was mentally prepping myself for the argument, and possible fight ahead. The emotion that had just washed over me, I used it. I put it on a flame and lit it under my ass. I was going to have Gabe's mental head on a platter. If Krishan's claims were true, then Gabe is a murderer. And I don't want him living in that cabin, not with myself and Clementine there. If he really is that crazy… If he really is what Krishan said… If he is going through what I had to suffer through...

I saw the flickering lights of the cabin in the night. I had ran back, and the rain was starting to pour. Wet leaves and mud splattered all over my jeans and boots. My jacket was soaked.

I stormed in. Water and mud flailed in around me. Gabe was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, and Clem was standing above him, treating his eye. It was still swollen and purple. His nose had stopped bleeding, and his lips looked recently stitched. My (not so) levelheaded approach dived out the window as soon as I saw his face. I was reinfuriated.

"You motherfucker," I spat.

"Noah, what did you see?" Clem asked, still stitching Gabe's eye.

"I saw Krishan! Yeah, he was still alive. Faded, but alive. He was bitten. You wanna know what he said?"

"Noah, I swear, I'm sorry. I just-"

"No! Shut the fuck up!" I yelled. My anger manifested itself in my tone, my words, my hatred for what this fuck-up had done. He killed my friend, I wasn't going to be all lolly-dolly with him about it. It became animate. It condensed into this sub-concious effort in my mind to just… I made a promise to Krishan that I wouldn't kill him, and it was taking all my willpower not to. "He told me that Gabe cut his legs open and left him for dead. I found him, bitten and nearly gone. He died right next to me!..." I sighed. "I had to put him down! This motherfucker lied to both of us straight to our faces, Clem!" Clem looked shocked. She turned to Gabe, stepping away from him.

"Is this true?"

"No!" Motherfucker.

"Bullshit!" I screamed. "You know it. Krishan also said you were scared. Scared to kill him yourself." Gabe looked down. "Fucking liar. Fucking traitor!"

"I didn't do it! Stop calling me a liar! It wasn't me!" He yelled.

"You fucking-" I stomped towards him. Clem stepped forward and put her hand on my chest.

"Stop. Alright. We need to-"

"Listen, Clem. Krishan told me more. Things we have to discuss without this little shitbird around. But now… I need to get him to tell the truth." I turned towards him, nudging Clem aside. Fire still lit my eyes. "You said you left him. He said you basically killed him. Why would a dying man, my dying friend, lie to me like that? Give me a reason to believe your sorry ass."

"I-He did. I didn't do it. I.. couldn't do it anyways. Look at me! How could I?"I sneered.

"Clementine, I think we need to have a discussion."

"I need to-"

"This isn't up for debate. Come on." I grabbed her arm. She inhaled sharply, but followed. Gabe was left in the kitchen, looking glum and guilty. I am so gonna bust his ass.

I lead Clementine into a bedroom.

"Noah, we need to-"

"Hey." I snapped a finger. (I realize now that may have been rude, but I was urgent. This news could save our lives. I needed to get her attention. Don't hate (I know, super angry but still a gentleman. I am such a good person. (Also I apologize for being a little excessive with the swearing, but I was mad, ok?))). "Remember that time, when you almost got raped and then I saved you and then you told me to 'listen very carefully'?" She nodded, even if she did look a little pissed that I used the word 'saved'. "Well, now is one of those 'listen' times, ok. I need you to listen to me carefully.

Krishan told me that Gabe said some… very interesting things. Disturbing things. He said that, and I quote, 'I will get her'." Clementine was visibly shocked, repulsed.

"What the fuck?" (My thoughts exactly). "Why would he say that?"

"You know he is talking about you, right?" She nodded and pinched the bridge of her nose. "He… he also said that nothing would stop him from… killing me." She inhaled deeply.

"Oh my God. Why?"

"Krishan said 'he was acting strange, talking about Javier and what his plans were for him, and how he should do what was right for him' and all that. It is really disturbing. I didn't want to set him off out there." She nodded again.

"What do we do?"

"He's too dangerous. Look what he did with Krishan. I say we kill him, or make him leave and never come back."

"We can't just kill him!"

"So we send him away."

"We aren't even going to try and help him?"

"You think I'm a fucking psychologist?"

"You can sure as hell act like one when you want to."

"Really?" I questioned.

"Yeah."

"Cool, but not helping. Why can't we just kill him?"

"Really? You want to just… end it like that?"

"We don't know what he'll do. We don't know what he can do. He could kill us tonight. We don't know anything. Javier's death seemed to really… shake him up. Now I am scared he is going through something like I went through, with mom. And he is handling it a lot worse. Point is, he's a loose cannon and he'll go off. We can't be around when that happens." I inched towards her just a slight bit. "I don't want you to be around when it does. Which is why we have to just end it now."

"Just because he may be a little unstable doesn't justify killing him!"

"A little? Are you kidding me?" She crossed her arms."So we send him away, and if he ever comes back, I'll have his head on a platter."

"First thing in the morning."

"Are you fucking serious! It's like you want a murderer to stay under our roof for a night!"

"No! It's dark and rainy, plus we need to organize supplies for him. We'll send him on his way forever first thing in the morning." No! That's stupid.

"That's a really stupid plan." She tilted her head, slightly raising an eyebrow.

"Ughghghgh," I moaned. "Fine. God." This is going to bite us in the ass.

Clem and I walked out of the bedroom. "Gabe," Clementine said in a blunt voice. "Noah and I have come to the conclusion that you can't stay here. First thing in the morning, you are outta here. We will pack you a supply bag, and you will never, ever come back. Understand?" Gabe looked mildly shocked.

"But, I- I didn't-"

"Shut your trap, asshat. It's final."

"So I don't get a say? I can't say what-"

"No, you don't get a say. Because murderers and liars don't get charity. And you are sleeping out on the couch tonight. You do anything tonight and I will fucking end you. Comprende, idiota?" He nodded. "Good."

"Can... can I talk to Clem for just, like, five minutes. Alone?"

"No!"

"Yes, Noah." She responded harshly. Then she lifted her jacket. She had her gun right there, sitting in the back of her pants. "I can handle it." I made a low growl in the back of my throat, but I managed to turn around, and slam the door to my room.

I was waiting on the edge of my bed. There was no way I was going to rest whenever Gabe was out there, talking to Clem. I wouldn't sleep until I knew they were finished.

I heard a scuttling outside. Hurriedly, I rushed to my door and opened it a crack. Clem was storming back to her room. She looked pretty upset, so I stepped out.

"Hey, what-" I was cut off by her slamming the door. Yep. She's upset. So now I was upset. I stomped out of the room, towards the couch where Gabe would be sleeping. He was laying on the couch, his head, still bare of beanie, was resting on his arm. He was staring at the ceiling.

"What did you say to her?" I sat on the coffee table, and whispered with anger. Clementine didn't need to know I was talking to him, about her.

"Nothing, man."

"Bullshit. Tell me."

"It's none o your business."

"Gabe, don't play games with me." I leaned forward. "Now what the fuck did you tell her?" Very slowly, he turned to look at me. He held eye contact, both of our gazes unwavering. But his eyes were cold… dead. They had no feeling, nothing to them. They looked empty.

"Fuck off." That was all he said to me. I balled my fist.

"Gabe, do I look like I'm in the mood for your bullshit? Tell me."

"Fuck. Off." He repeated.

"I swear to God I'll kill you!" I said as my teeth ground into each other.

"DO IT!" He screamed, nearly at the top of his lungs. "JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!" I was taken aback by his sudden anger, sudden change. Like something in his body snapped. I clenched my jaw.

"I'll see you never again tomorrow morning, asshole." I turned and walked away. As I reached the corner, I turned back towards him. He was smiling. Fucking smiling! He really is fucking crazy…

I dismissed the dipshit from my mind. I needed sleep. It was already nearly midnight, and it was going to be an early morning, I would make sure of it.